Broken found himself once again in the Moonlight Dimension, and night had settled gently over the realm. The sky above shimmered with stars that didn't quite belong to any known constellation. The air was cool and quiet, filled with a kind of stillness only this place seemed to know.
Cecilia appeared not long after—her glowing form drifted forward, golden hair flowing like silk in the night breeze.
"Master," she said, her voice bright with excitement. "The Tree… it grew so fast!"
"The Tree?" he echoed, a spark of surprise in his voice.
She led him to the edge of the lake, where the moonlight rippled across the surface of the dark waters. In the center of the lake was the small island he remembered—a place where a young, glowing sapling once stood alone. But now…
Now, a magnificent tree had risen.
